I am not the first widowed person who has heard these words, and I know I won’t be the last. They are wise words but it is incredibly hard to take even a single step some days. And every month there are days when I need to return home after less than 20 minutes outside or even return to bed in the afternoon. Not only is this absolutely okay, it’s also totally normal.
A grief journey after a great loss is not a linear progression nor is there a finish line. This kind of grief is incredibly messy, there are no timescales, it is physically painful and it is also unpredictable. That’s why platitudes and proffered solutions don’t help.
For me putting one foot in front of the other, outdoors, helps build my resilence. Resilence helps make carrying grief a little bit easier. So I’m going to keep moving those feet. I hope in time walking might also help me figure out the new me in my rearranged world. For now though it’s all about good audiobooks and a walking goal. The right company is also nice. So it would be fabulous if you were able to join me with your own neighbourhood stroll before Squares ends next week. If you cannot get out to walk, then no worries your comments on my squares are great too.